I'm Sorry!

I’d hope to see my key on her

N and p and L and barry (Part 1)

[First instalment of my account of L's visit on Wednesday and Thursday of this week]

Barry is funny. L wasn’t kidding when she said he was nervous. OMG! In the restaurant at lunch he spilt water on the table, accidentally poured far too much pepper on his lunch and dropped salad all over the floor. Mucky pup.

I pretended to be annoyed on L's behalf and told him that if he wasn’t more careful, L would make him get down and eat his discarded lettuce off the floor. She hadn't actually said anything about that and I'm sure she had no intention of doing it, but he still apologised profusely to both of us.

Walking back to my place (Ladies in front, boys three steps behind) I waited until we were on a quiet stretch of road, then said, quite loudly, to L:

“So L, when we get in, shall we have the boys strip for action?”

“I think so”, she replied, equally loudly, “And put their collars on”. We looked back, grinning, mainly at Barry. We were just in time to see his head turn into a ripe tomato. I should add that he smiled back at us, so he was clearly excited as well as embarrassed. p was smiling too, no doubt at Barry’s reaction.

As soon as we got in and closed the door behind us, I told both boys to strip off, put their clothes in the top of the hall cupboard and then join me and L in my living room on hands and knees.  We flounced off and sat on my sofa, leaving the door open so we could still just about see them changing.  

Barry was ready first, but started waiting for p instead of coming straight in. I pointed this out to L, who called out to him to hurry. The sound of His Mistress’s voice had an immediate effect. He stopped waiting for p, dropped to the floor and came scurrying in to L like a giant insect with a big red head.

“Good boy!” said L, reaching forward to attach his collar, which wasn’t a fancy metal one like p’s, but an old style leather one with studs. I don’t know if she tied it too tight, but his face stayed red after that. p came in shortly afterwards, padding along like a faithful old hound and holding his head up for me to lock on his own, far more shiny and stylish collar.

“Now”, announced L, “N has suggested that we should let you two out of your chastity devices. Do you think you will be able to control yourself, Barry?”

Barry assured L that he would and she reached in her purse and pulled out the key to unlock him. I gave p a little kick in the side and asked him if he would be able to control himself too. Naturally, he assured me he would and I took his key off my bracelet and unlocked him.

Both cocks looked all squashed up and sad when they were first released, like a couple of little animals in hibernation. It was okay. I knew they would soon wake up. I held my right foot out for p to kiss and thank me for his release. I saw Barry looking out of the corner of his eye.

L flashed her dark eyes at him and gave him the gentlest of slaps. I have to say this for L, she does have beautiful eyes. I always think she looks a bit Spanish. She poked out her podgy foot and Barry kissed it, apologetically. She looked across at me and smiled. She was doing well and I was proud of her.

“When did he last come?” I asked, in my usual, bashful way. L looked at Barry for the answer. She really seem to control him with those eyes.

“Sunday 26 May” he volunteered, immediately. Boys always know exactly. He probably could have given me the time, too.

“Oh, quite recently then”, I teased. “He’s not due for a release for ages”. Barry looked to L in alarm, but she just stared back at him as if to say “What?”

“I hope you’ve not been secretly wanking again,” I added. Now there was panic in his eyes. Again, he looked to L, who just looked back as if to say “Well, have you?”

“Honestly, L, I’ve not, I wouldn’t, I learned my lesson –“ he jabbered. L laughed.

“Don’t panic, pet, N is only teasing”.

L asked me the same question about p. I gestured to him to answer her.  

“Friday, 24 May”.

“So he won’t be coming for a while either, will he?" I commented. "Now what shall we play first?”

“How about ’horsey’?” suggested L, much to my surprise. This must be something she likes doing with Barry, because she didn’t get it off me. .It’s not something I have done much with p because he is bony and not very comfortable to ride. He is also prone to back pain. Still, one must defer to guests, so I agreed. Except that I suggested we swop slaves!

Barry is quite broad and squat and makes quite a good horse. The sight of p, straining under Big L, however, was something else! If he thought he had back pain before, it was nothing compared to what he must have now. I suppose I shouldn’t laugh, but what the hell? I am a cruel, imperious Mistress and my slave is there to suffer for my amusement (and all that).

In fairness, p made a valiant effort – he always does his best, bless him – but L was just too heavy. I thought she was going to break his spine. She used her crop on him – yes, she brought her own – but she was flogging a dead slave. Meanwhile, Barry was ferrying me around the living room like an elephant carrying a little boy. I gave him a few strokes of the crop, but it wasn’t really necessary, he was quite speedy.

I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would, even after we changed ends at half-time and I took my turn on p, who was sagging in the middle and a bit puffed out. He did recover, though, especially after a few liveners across the rump and Barry wasn’t quite so sprightly carrying his own Mistress around. L obviously liked this as both horse and rider worked very well together.

We tried a few variations of this game before we finally decided to rest the horses, the best one probably where we laid biscuits (Oreos) down on the floor and the boys had to find and eat them as we went round. Obvs Barry and L won hands down, though I suspect L may have helped out with the biscuit consumption.

Barry’s reward was to kiss our arses; p’s penalty was a kick in the nuts (or rather several). Barefoot, not shod, as I own those nuts. L declined to participate, though she agreed to give him half a dozen strokes of the crop instead. I made sure he expressed his undying gratitude for both.

N x

[End of Part 1]

[Top and bottom pics from Men are Slaves, middle from Goddess Kitra.com]

Ana de Armas

If you could only give one to little ones would you pick an enema or a suppository? Which do you prefer to give most and why?

An interesting question indeed! You see, both remedies help the little ones with constipation, so one would think that they are simple alternatives from which to choose. And, to some point, this is true. Still, all other things being equal, I would probably choose to start with a suppository.

Most little monkeys usually don’t like things being pushed into their bottoms, and I can understand that. But the easiest method is to take a glycerine suppository, or a bisacodyl suppository if you think things are even more tenuous, and insert it — lubricated generously, along with your finger, with a bit of petroleum jelly (or what ever lubricant you may have on hand) — as deeply as possible into that cute little rosebud. You want to get it as deeply into your little’s rectum as you can so it can work it’s magic.

At this point it is usually safe to remove your finger, have your special one wait patiently, and soon nature should take its course. Now, sometimes they don’t cooperate so easily. In fact, I have one little bunny who always tries to push suppositories back out. When that happens, it is best to leave your finger inserted until the suppository has begun melting, at which point you may remove your finger. It should be far enough along by now that any subsequent pushing will also lead to a bowel movement. That should be motivation enough to stop the childish behavior right there and then. Still, you may want to have a puppy pad (or chux) in place as well as a clean diaper just in case the petulant behavior continues. As for how you correct such behavior, well, that is a personal matter.

However, I have found one technique over the years that has helped to curb such childishness. Simply replace the petroleum jelly with some Vicks vapo rub (or other menthol-laced petroleum jelly) and insert the finger once more. That will certainly get their attention. If the behavior persists you may escalate again by using a cream such as Ben-Gay or Icy Hot. Now you have moved from menthol to capsaicin, so the effect will likely be much more ... attention-getting. Only use this last method of you are certain of the need, as it can be extremely difficult to stop the effect once applied.

Yes, a most wonderful question. Thank you for the ask!